The fact that we stamped out the 1918 and 1922 uprisings, and that rivers ran red and city streets were flushed with blood, apparently hasn't made any impression on the cattle! Damn it all, I say, _can't_ you keep things quiet?
_Can't_ you ?" In a very frenzy he paced the office, his face twitching, his bony fingers snapping with the extremity of his agitation.

Suddenly he faced Slade.
"See here, you!" he exclaimed.

"This certainly means another uprising.
It can't mean anything else! And you've allowed it, you hear?
No, no, don't deny the fact!" he cried, as the detective tried to oppose a word of self-defense.

"It's your fault, at last analysis; and if anything happens, you and the President, Supple, have got to answer to me, personally, do you hear?
You've got to pay!" "Pay, and with devilish big interest, too!" growled "Tiger," fixing his bleared, savage eyes on Slade.
"What did I make that man President for, anyhow ?" snarled Flint, "if not to do my bidding and keep things still?
Why did I put you in as his private secretary, if not to have you watch him and see that he _did_ do my bidding?
Why did I have Congress pass all those bills and things, except to give you the weapons and tools to hold the lid on?
"You've had a huge army and a conscripted militia given you; and hundreds of wireless plants, and military roads and war-equipment beyond all calculating.

You've had thousands of spies organized and put under your control.